Don't imagine the Bellas going to a park after midnight to mess around and Beca and Chloe are nowhere in their sights and the Bellas end up finding Beca pushing Chloe on the swings
"Have I ever told you guys that with all the words of wisdom my daddy imparted upon me, he never once took me to a park for ice cream and play dates?" Aubrey slurred out as she took another shot from the bottle they had been passing around. The Bellas were all sitting around the backyard to seek reprieve from the hot summer evening of Baton Rouge and had been drinking since late afternoon; Aubrey tended to talk too much and too loudly when she has been drinking.
"Then let us go to the park for ice cream and play dates!" Fat Amy, who had more than one shot too many, shot up from the ground and swayed unsteadily on her feet knocking down some of the empty tequila bottles beside her. Lilly yelped and jumped out of the way, she had no desire to be anywhere Amy if she decides to crash back on the ground drunkenly but thankfully, Amy stayed on her feet and made a move towards the park.
Cynthia Rose and Stacie stood up as well, enamored by the idea and started talking about finding some lonely tubs of chocolate chip ice cream in the back of the freezer and cones somewhere in the cupboards. The rest of the Bellas, who were more than inebriated, followed Amy's lead giggling and stumbling as they headed towards the small park behind the Bakers Hall.
"Should I bring the rest of the booze?" Emily paused and looked back at the mess they left behind and called out to the rest. She straightened her blouse that was falling off one shoulder and looked around. "I guess I should… just in case." She quickly got the nearest Tequila bottle that was mostly full and pocketed a couple of shot glasses and scrambled up to catch up to the rest of the girls.
The trees guarding the park rustled silently with the help of the thin summer breeze as the stars twinkled overhead. There wasn't any moon to illuminate the park but the incandescent light from a few lamp posts dotting the surroundings were enough to warmly light up the park. The Bellas were found giggling and fooling around by the playpark with cones of ice cream. Jessica and Ashley were contentedly licking their cones by the tiny slides; Lilly was hanging off the monkey bars, confounding everyone how she could eat the frozen dessert like that; Flo and Emily were by the jungle gym eating ice cream then taking swigs from the tequila bottle while Amy, Stacie and Cynthia Rose were squatting on the sandbox mixing beer and ice cream in tall milkshake glasses Stacie brought along with them on a whim while rummaging around in the kitchen for the ice cream cones.
"So this is a play date…" Aubrey lazily told herself from the playpark's tower, smiling widely since one of her childhood wishes came true with the best girl friends she has ever had. Looking around, it then struck her. "Where the hell are Chloe and Beca?" She called out to the people below. Eight pairs of eyes looked up at her in drunken confusion.
"Yeah…" Amy drawled, looking around.
"Los señores de la droga les kinapped!" Flo drunkenly called out slipping to her mother tongue.
In their plastered state, the Bellas all scrambled in panic to look for their missing friends. They could have gone anywhere; they might have fallen off the lake and drowned, they might've gone to the greenhouse and got eaten by the giant Venus Flytrap, or god forbid, they went to the Treble's house and had indecent relations with those boys!
Amidst the flurry of activity, Aubrey held up her hand and blew on her whistle (she always brought it with her). "Quiet! Do you guys hear that?" They stood stock still as the sound of soft giggles floated in the air just behind some overgrown bushes east of the playpark. The Bellas edged closer towards the sound and peeked from the hedges.
"Higher Beca! Faster!" Chloe's face was as red as her hair with excitement and gaiety; Beca's laughter mirroring her own. Beca fondly gazed at the redhead from behind with a half-smile. The stars couldn't sparkle more than Chloe was that night. Her beautiful, carefree spirit broke through the darkness of the night and Beca could not have enough of it. Basking in warm laughter, embraced by her aura melted away the sarcastic, rebellious walls that Beca carefully built around allowing her own light, shy as it might be, to shine through.
"Beca! Get in front!"
"You might kick my teeth in…" she quipped apprehensively but did so anyway, blame the couple of shots she had for bad judgment.
"Catch!"
Chloe, breathless, grinned widely before jumping off the swing as it reached its pinnacle and falling into Beca's arms. The momentum both caused them to lose their balance and fall onto the sandy ground. Beca's arms were still around Chloe, the redhead's face two inches too close to her own. Beca felt herself grow hot but for a moment, she stared at the faint splatter of freckles, the faded scar above her brow, the blindingly white teeth trapped between what looked like the softest, pinkest lips and finally, the brilliant crystal blue eyes warm with affection. Beca caught herself and coughed. "Uhm, are you okay? The swing didn't hurt you, did it? You could've broken something…"
Chloe smiled brightly. "With you, I'm always safe." She fell completely on top of Beca with a fwump as she squeezed the brunette tightly.
"Chloe, we're still on the ground."
"Just a moment longer."
"Would you look at that"
"Ya. Shawshank really knows how to get it"
"That is true Amy. That. Is. True."